I am simulating the road to eternal life in the chat group

As a picture flashed by, Wang Ping was greatly moved.

Until the end, everything ended, and Wang Ping's spirit also broke away. His face was in a trance, and he glanced at the wooden house, feeling like a dream and very unreal.

This kind of intertwined time and space and intertwined life is too contradictory, and it feels like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

"Life Simulator" Wang Ping came back to his senses after a long time and murmured to himself: "Is each simulated life really a text? Is it a simulated future? Or is it that the development of each life simulation is... It’s real, it’s a separate parallel world. The real feeling is really unforgettable.”

"I really thought too much, and I actually associated it with parallel worlds in the fantasy world. After all, the simulated world was too real, and I couldn't tell the difference between fiction and reality."

Wang Ping came back to his senses, patted his forehead and said with a wry smile.

This life experience had such a profound impact on him that it was difficult for him to forget many scenes, and he always felt like he couldn't distinguish between the real world and the simulated world.

"Wang Ping in the simulation is a microcosm of life in the simulated future. He hates himself for being incompetent and weak." Wang Ping opened the door, looked up at the stars, and whispered: "In the end, what I want to do remains the same. Ah, I must become stronger. In this way, I will not die and watch my old friends wither."

It was at this moment that a majestic power appeared in Wang Ping's body, and his cultivation soared directly to the first level of the Spiritual Origin Realm.

This powerful feeling fascinated him.

However, Wang Ping also knew very well that his current foundation was quite frivolous.

After all, he took too many drugs, and he never left the pills since he entered the path of spiritual practice.

From today on, he can no longer take drugs randomly, otherwise his foundation will be too illusory and sooner or later he will be stuck in a certain realm and have difficulty making progress.

Take Bai Hong, he is in a powerful force like the Sword Spirit Sect, and his master is the Supreme Elder. What kind of resources do he have?

However, he stuck to his true intentions, never took drugs, and devoted himself to cultivation and sword practice.

Even so, his cultivation progress is also very rapid, and he can easily break through any bottleneck. There was absolutely no stopping him.

This is the foundation of Baihong. It is not perfect, but it is absolutely solid to the extreme.

Breaking through the bottleneck may be a matter of course for Bai Hong.

Wang Ping had an intuition that this overseas island was too small, and the martial arts inheritance was too weak, or it might have been passed down through generations.

Geniuses in poor and weak places are not necessarily weaker than those geniuses from large sects. What they lack is just opportunities.

If Bai Hong were in the Eastern Wilderness mentioned by Cai Yonglong, with Bai Hong's qualifications and character, he would probably rise with astonishing momentum.

"There are few people like Brother Bai in the world." Wang Ping said with emotion.

"Drink!"

The next day, Wang Pingping walked in Chicun, watching the children drinking animal milk, laughing and playing, watching Chifeng and other older children sweating and practicing martial arts hard, and his mood gradually calmed down.

He likes the feeling of having advanced cultivation and being in a high position, and he also likes this feeling of peace.

However, now, he prefers this feeling of peace, which can make his complicated emotions gradually disappear and become peaceful.

"Hey, Wang Ping, don't wander around all the time. Sometimes it's better to practice moves with me or go hunting." Seeing Wang Ping coming over, Chihu patted him on the shoulder and used his unique big He yelled: "Otherwise, even if you have a special physique and your cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, without a solid foundation in martial arts training and actual combat experience, something will definitely happen in the future."

"I have solid combat experience." Wang Ping said with a smile.

"Ever since it was revealed that you have a physique that can absorb spirit stones to improve your cultivation, you haven't come to my place to practice. You are still solid." Chihu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I think you are strong on the outside but strong on the inside. It falls down as soon as it blows.”

"Then, let's make some gestures?" Wang Ping didn't care about Chi Hu's ridicule and said with a smile.

He knew very well that the men in Chicun were all heroic men with true temperaments. Chihu did not mean to ridicule him, he just wanted to motivate him and let him practice more boxing and gain more practical experience.

"Okay." Chihu grinned, showing his white and solid teeth, and started gearing up: "Hey, even though we have the same cultivation level, I want to defeat you, and all I need is three moves."

"Haha." Wang Ping said with a smile: "I don't accept this. Do you want to make a bet? All your meat and wine today will be mine."

"Damn, you are so cruel. If I don't eat meat or drink alcohol for a day, I will go crazy." Chi Hu's face twitched.

"Didn't you say you could defeat me in three moves? Why don't you have any confidence at all?" Wang Ping responded in turn, eager to try. "You must be afraid of me, right?"

"Who would be afraid of a skinny bamboo pole like you?" Chihu glared and started gearing up: "Since you said so, don't blame me for beating you up later. Today, I'm going to show you the difference in combat experience."

"Fight! Fight!"

There were children making noises.

"The market is open, the market is open." Some older children said loudly.

"I bet a piece of meat that Uncle Chihu will win."

"I bet two pieces of meat, Uncle Chihu will win!"

"I bet a bowl of animal milk that Brother Wang Ping will win!"

Chifeng raised his hand.

"Chifeng, how can you bet that Brother Wang Ping will win? Brother Wang Ping has never fought before. He always feels that even we can't beat him in the same situation." A little girl with braided braids in Chicun blinked her beautiful eyes. , muttered.

"That's right." Other children also agreed, not thinking that Wang Ping would win.

"I believe in Brother Wang Ping." Chi Feng said firmly: "Like Uncle Chi Hu, in the words of Brother Wang Ping's story telling, at first glance he is a template for passers-by and a character on the background. But Brother Wang Ping has a mysterious origin , it’s not simple at first glance.”

"Uh" Wang Ping was speechless.

"You kid, what kind of stories do you tell Chifeng every day? You actually say that I am a passerby template or some kind of background board." Chihu's forehead was covered with black lines and he stared at Wang Ping with his copper bell-sized eyes.

"." Wang Ping was speechless.

Chifeng, this kid, pestered him all day long and asked him to tell novels and stories, so he understood a lot of things. It was surprising that he would say such things, but it would not surprise him.

"Forget it, let's start the fight. Today, I want to see who is the passerby template and what kind of background board."

Chihu stepped back a little, took a stance, and hummed.

All the children around them stopped practicing martial arts and surrounded the two of them with laughter.

"I'm on it!" Seeing that Wang Ping's whole body was full of flaws, Chihu felt that he might be able to defeat Wang Ping with one move and become the most dazzling person in the children's hearts. He couldn't help but shouted, and rushed towards Wang Ping with a burst of force. Punch out.

This punch was powerful and heavy, and the powerful acquired fire energy surrounded it, making it extremely hot.

At the critical moment, Wang Ping looked calm and turned slightly to avoid the punch.

Then he casually clapped his hand and knocked Chihu flying away. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up in one breath.

This made Chihu dumbfounded.

Wang Ping was motionless just now. He thought Wang Ping was frightened and was just about to withdraw his strength, but who knew that Wang Ping had a calm expression, turned slightly sideways to avoid his punch, and casually hit him with a palm from a tricky angle. He flew away.

If this was a life and death battle, Wang Ping's palm just now would be enough to kill him.

For a moment, Chi Hu had some doubts about life. Who was the elite hunter in the village and who was the rookie who had just practiced martial arts for a short time.